Comments on: High-School Shout-Out

By: Jeff

Jeff — Sun, 17 May 2009 01:56:50 +0000

It's funny you should say that it's hard to imagine me in such a world, when I still play games quite regularly with John, sometimes the same old games from high school. And the whole zen and Taoism beliefs I hold important because they're not natural to me. I need them because they guide me, not because they are me.

By: Jeff

Jeff — Sun, 17 May 2009 01:54:34 +0000

I was quite dark and pessimistic in high school too. But that mindset was still naïve in a way, and I suppose that’s what I wish I had now. Sort of an ignorance being bliss type thing.

I used to want revenge on those who branded me as a loser too. But then I realized that we have a different set of standards to measure success, and that I could just as easily judge them to be losers based on the things I feel important.

I certainly don’t look back on the days with fondness; just the innocence.

By: Xibee

Xibee — Fri, 15 May 2009 17:17:35 +0000

I had a yearbook page like that in which a friend gushed and scribbled a whole page that was gleeful and wow you were so GREAT in that talent show and blah blah and went on and on. I thought it was just V. being V. at the time.

Years later I learned he was not only being himself, but he was a really OUT queenish gay guy. Wow, who knew? I thought. There’s so much behind us all that doesn’t come clear until later.

As for you, I can hardly imagine you having existed in the world that passage mentions. It seems so unlike you. Although I know you’ve a fun side. But you’re so much more zen than all that. Taoism, I guess, and just… time.

By: Edrei

Edrei — Fri, 15 May 2009 13:37:52 +0000

I never had much of a childhood. I look back at my years in high school and find only the bitter hatred and loneliness that drove me to reach for where I’m standing now and more. If there was any innocence, it was obliterated long before the later years of high school.

I never had any kudos from my peers, any notice, any attention. My biggest concern then was how to best make sure I get back at all the people who thought me the loser. A thought that still permeates till today.

Maybe you are better me. To which you look back at those days with some fondness. Whereas my anger, it still eats at me sometimes even if I don’t show it. I’ll always be trapped in the shadows of that past.